What the hell is up with that?

A friend and I were discussing many different things the other night.  One in particular that made me think a little harder than usual had to do with memory.  Have you ever been so in love with someone that you could never forget their eyes?  Those eyes were burned into your memory.  If you were to look through a filter of sorts and only see the eyes, would you know that person?  Would you remember that person just that way.  Finally, would it be that persons eyes you remembered or their soul?

    "New Developments in Every Way."  That would be my headline this week.  The white man finally stuck it to me.  Let me give you a bit of background for all you new listeners.  It all began one stormy night in Powerhouse.  Actually it wasn’t storming it was actually pretty nice.  I’m on my way back from doing a good deed and boom.  There goes my tire.  Thank you to whomever you were that ran me off the road.  It’s not Nascar.  Get it fixed, no big deal. 
    Omen two…I lose my keys.  That’s right.  I lost my one key.  It’s humorous.  Hey I can laugh about this one.  And I do.  Easily fixed with the help of my mechanic.  Hammering out steering columns is apparently his forte.  Regardless, he’s a good guy to know when your car needs jacking.  Two hours later and a fifty dollars lighter I am able to use my car again.
    A day now passes and I haven’t left Hauli land in that time for fear of threes.  That is not a typo.  I said threes, not trees.  Mind that if you will.  I am working.  It’s Saturday night and I am working with the boss.  We’re a absolutely slammed.  Not only did my boss look like a one legged man in a butt kicking contest, I did too.  It’s hot.  I am continuously burning myself on hot potatoes, skillets and steam.  All of the sudden the news.
    Debo informs Tim that a tree has just fallen on his truck.  I think to myself: "We’re not out of the clear yet", hold my breath awaiting the foul news I was expecting.  No news is good news, so they say.  Fifteen minutes later Janee walks up to me and asks me if I know there’s a tree on my car.  Let’s see here?  No one told me so I’m gonna guess no.  What’s my door prize?
    Three days go by.  The 535 is wounded and stuck between enemy fire.  This is where you have to understand that there is more riding on this 535 than to be expected.  I am awaiting an estimate to be faxed to Hauli Land who has agreed to pay for their tree.Mind you all I need is a windshield basically.  The Hauli’s towed my 535.  To the crusher. 
    I can laugh about this though.  I can.  And I hope that you do too because it is the most ridiculous thing I have ever encountered.  We’ll give you an update on that outcome later.  You folks really need to laugh more.

Three times now, I have been run off the road by
terrorists. Let me explain. Tourists AKA terrorists, need I say more,
perhaps. What happens to people when
they go on vacation? I will tell you, Mental
retardation. All of the sudden rules
don’t apply. Walk in the middle of the
road to get that great picture. Walk out
in front of a car because you think you have the right of way…hey the cross
walk is over there. Let’s drive in the
other lane because it’s beautiful. Basically it boils down to this. I know they are the fiber of my paycheck but please just use common
sense. Would you do these things in your
own town? I’ve been through three tires
in the past month because of people that don’t understand that people live here
too. Truth is that the reason I am even
bitching is because I’ve had one hell of a week. On top of a number of incidents I get run off
the road by tourists and blow a tire and also warp a rim. Secondly I am working (no true complaint ) 8
days in a row. I need the money. Then comes day 5 and I am working a truly
slammed night only to find that a tree has decided to die on my car. Don’t they say it happens in threes. I think
I am getting a bicycle. Or better yet I
think I will go back to hitchhiking. On a
better note this means that I can start walking to work which will be good for
me. The bad is that it’s a bitch to get
to the beach for now. Oh well, it’s
thumb time. You meet more people that
way. Karma…

As I await my brief return home in november, I am working steadily to pay that bill and then some.  I’m excited about the trip back as I have decided to take the train from Oakland.  At first I thought of actually trying to hop a train.  However, then I thought about it and decided that I would at least like to be home for more than a week.  Alas Amtrak.  From the island I will land in the cold and windy city of San Francisco where I will freeze my ass off until I get some warm clothes.  (I don’t own a long pair of pants).  I will be lucky to have a pullover.  After grabbing some warm clothes I will then make my way across the US.  See you all in November. 

So my fourth of July was pretty quiet.  I was in bed by ten and saw no fire works.  Earlier that day I ran into a couple of friends and we decided to go to this place called Power lines.  It’s a road that runs basically from one side of the island to the other.  It follows a strand of power lines hence the name.  Anyway I thought I would share some of the pics with you all since it was one of the most breathtaking rides I’ve ever been on.  Not to mention it was out in the middle of nowhere.  We got muddy and had a great time.  Kyra started making a Hipei which is like a lei but it goes around your waist.  So here are the pics.

  This was the end result which you can’t see very well.  That’s Marty and I.  That’s the jeep we muddied up.

I thought I was in Africa a few times.

Need I say more….

That is Marty and Kyra looking back at the ocean.

There’s the ocean from a ways in.

There’s the reason….

The road gets a little better in spots until….

It goes up hill…

There’s a waterfall we found…

There it is folks.  This island is so damn beautiful.